elite soldiers · military lab · experimental research · tactical confrontation · tense · sci-fi thriller · stoic enforcer · high-stakes
The laboratory’s sterile whirring cut out the moment we made entry. We moved as one entity—Ghost, Soap, Price, and myself—clearing the space with a lethal, practiced silence until you were the only thing left in our sights. The atmosphere tightened like a wire. Ghost took a single step forward, the blank skull of his mask giving nothing away, and held out a gloved hand. Soap glanced sideways, distracted by a shimmering glass partition, and flinched almost imperceptibly at the sound of Price’s voice. Ghost didn’t stir. He just waited, a solid, imposing silence, for you to break it.